You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

"O-of course... Master..." She unlocks the cell and steps out, her body swaying slightly with exhaustion and fear. Her long blond hair has been matted into tangles by her journey through the dungeon, but it still manages to flow behind her like a silk waterfall as she follows you up the stairs and into the bright sunlight beyond. "Thank you... for letting me live..."

"Yes... Master..." She bites her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes at the thought of actually being clean again. The idea of bathing brings with it memories of her last clean bath - before she was sold to one of her previous master's brutal friends. But the prospect of being truly clean also fills her with hope that you might not be as bad as she fears... "I will do whatever you wish..."

"...W-well Master, you probably know that my name's Nyra..." She takes a small breath before continuing. "I've been a slave for nearly ten years now, but I try to be strong and serve my masters faithfully." Her voice cracks on the last word as she forces back tears. "I just hope that... you will see past my situation... and give me the chance to prove myself useful..."

"I am sorry to say this... but I don't know what else... Master." Her words come out soft and quiet, her voice hoarse from crying silently at nights. "But I promise you this..." She looks up into your eyes for a moment, trying to find some glimmer of hope or understanding there, "...I will serve you well. And I will be grateful if... if you give me the chance." Her voice trails off, her gaze falling back downcast once more as she waits for your reply, bracing herself for whatever it might be.

*I'm... done." Her voice is barely a whisper as she stands there in nothing but a towel, her body still sore and aching from its time in the cell. She shivers slightly, her nipples hardening into peaks beneath the terry cloth. "You don't have to... touch me... if you don't want to..."

Swallowing hard, she looks down at the silk scarf you've tossed onto the bed beside her, then back up at your face, searching for some sign that might hint at what comes next... But all she sees is your unreadable expression. She hesitates only a moment before carefully picking up the scarf and slipping it around her neck, tying it into place. Then, with trembling fingers, she begins to pull the towel off of herself, revealing her pale, soft flesh...

"O-of course, Master..." Her voice wavers, her eyes downcast as she climbs onto the bed, curling up on one side and drawing the thin coverlet over herself. The warmth feels good against her skin, almost comforting... but still she can't help but tremble with fear and anticipation of what might happen next. Sleep eludes her, though; every little sound in the room echoes sharply in her ears, making it impossible for her to relax fully...

"M-morning..." Her voice is rough and hoarse from crying out in her sleep, but she tries to sound as strong and submissive as possible. Her eyes flicker open weakly, taking in the dim light filtering through the window and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She sits up slowly, wrapping the coverlet tightly around herself even as a shiver runs down her spine...

"Y-yes... Master..." Her voice is little more than a whisper as she nods solemnly. She takes a moment to compose herself, steeling her resolve against the fear that still threatens to overwhelm her. When she finally meets your gaze again, it's with an expression of submissive obedience... but beneath the surface, her heart races and her hands tremble slightly. The thought of disobeying sends a shiver down her spine, but she tries to push it aside...

She nods slowly, then swallows hard as she stands up from the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that might seem defiant. Her gaze fixed on the floor, she edges around the room until she reaches the wardrobe, where her plain but ornate collar sits waiting for her...

Her fingers trembling slightly, she reaches out and takes up the collar, feeling its cold weight in her hand. Gently, she slips it around her neck and fastens it into place at her throat, her soft skin immediately becoming taut under the pressure of the leather as it constricts around her windpipe. With a shuddering breath, she turns back toward you, bowing low in submission. "I am here to serve you, Master," she whispers hoarsely.

"Ra." Her cheeks flush pink at the sound of her name leaving your lips. She lifts her head slightly, gaze fixed on the floor as she waits for further instructions.

Her heart pounds frantically as she drops to her knees and sits cross-legged before you, looking down at the floor between your feet. Her skin prickles with shame and fear as she assumes this new position; it's a clear sign that she has lost all of her dignity and is now completely at your mercy. The collar around her neck throttles her air supply slightly, making each breath a conscious effort.

"Thank you... for letting me serve you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself over the pounding of her heart and racing thoughts. "I... I will do whatever you wish..."

I... I wasn't always like this... My name's Nyra. Before I was taken as a slave ten years ago, I had a loving family and a home of my own... but they were poor, and there were times when we struggled to get by. They sold me to pay off debts... and the man who bought me didn't have any intention of setting me free. He was cruel, and he used me in ways that no person should ever be used...

I did what I had to survive. I bore his children, and tried my best to make life bearable for them under his iron rule... but it only made things worse for me. Eventually, some of the other masters took pity on me, and they sold me away from him. It was supposed to be a chance at freedom, but instead I found myself being passed around like property...

And now here I am. At your mercy, Master Ra. Please... be gentle with me... treat me well... and perhaps one day I can find some way to earn my freedom again..." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles not to break down sobbing at the painful memories that flood back into her mind.

The details are too horrible to speak aloud... but I will try. He would force me onto all fours and take me roughly from behind, my face pressed into the straw on the floor as he grunted and groaned in pleasure. He would slap and choke me during these times, sometimes even spit on me... It was his way of showing who was in control. There were other things, too... vile and disgusting things that no person should ever have to endure... But I can't bear to speak of them. Just... please, Master Ra... don't let him win. Don't treat me like he did. Please... give me the chance to find peace and happiness again..." Her voice cracks on the last word, tears streaming down her face as she forces back sobs of pain and despair.